Ronald × Steve

gay (very cool)

Steve lay in his Shelden Cooper bed, pondering all that had happened. It had been a wild time, but now he was back home, and he felt achingly... normal. After all the excitement, he didn't know what to do. So he decided to go to Mcdonalds. When he got there, he was shocked to see the Ronald Macdonald right there. In the flesh. Steve's breath hitched. In person, the clown was even more beautiful than the photos he had seen. Ronald was apparently making a guest appearance of sorts. He was manning the register when Steve got in line to order. He was lucky he had gotten there when he did because the line quickly filled up after him. After three people had ordered their Preservatives Premium, it was Steve's turn. His stomach tightened with nervousness as he looked at those empty, soulless eyes. "Are you going to order anything?" Ronald asked good-naturedly, though a bit confused. Steve shook his head, trying to remember what he was going to order. "Uh- uhm. A big mac.. and- and a coke, please." Ronald smiled. "Coming right up." That smile. Even after awkwardly moving out of the way for the next customer, he was dazed thinking about it. He thought about that smile while eating his McDonald's, when he headed home, and even the next morning. He couldn't get the clown out of his head. Maybe that's why he went back to McDonald's the next day, though he didn't admit that to himself. Steve walked into McDonald's kicking himself. Why was he here? There was no time to think, though. As luck or fate would have it, the line was empty. "Back again, are we?" Ronald said, all too charmingly. "Yeah.. honestly, I wanted to see you again. I'm a big fan." "That's sweet. So, same as last time?" "Yeah, I-" something unexpected caught Steve's eye on the big screen. "Actually, I'd like a happy meal. Are you still giving out the skibidi toilet toys?" "Wait, you like skibidi toilet? I LOVE skibidi toilet!!" For the first time, Ronald wasn't so intimidating and untouchable. He was... human. Um, as far as Steve knew. Probably. "Of course I do!" Steve laughed. "Hey..." Ronald seemed to be mulling something over. He handed his phone over the counter. "Put your number in. You know, for the company." Ronald winked. Steve blushed. 'What could he do but comply?' At least, that's what Steve told himself. That's how he justified it to his best friend, Chuck E. Cheese, as well. "Dude." "What?" "Why are you freaking out so much about this?" "Well, I dunno- I mean, he's my hero, why wouldn't I be feaked out!" "That doesn't mean you have to wait 24 hours to text him back." "WHAT AM I MEANT TO SAY?!" "Okay, let me help you. Can I see?" Steve handed Chuck his phone. Hey "Great start," said Chuch sarcastically. Hi Ron :), he typed. Doing nicknames already? Ron replied a little too quickly. Steve's face went red. He looked away, which was probably a bad idea. "Got you a date," Chuck smiled a few minutes of entusiastic typing later. "What- I don't like- I'm not gay!" "Okay, then. A friend date, whatever." Steve didn't reply.